Gang Wayz

And we keep on tryin cryin dyin trana hustle inat gangwayz

Trana make it out them trenches no you wont

Aint nobody gonna love you til you gone

And we keep on slidin riding firing trana make it out that gangway

It matter what you is or who you know

Once you come across that line just know its smoke

I come from that block every night you hear shots

And im just prayin for my grama nem

remeber brack became president my granma cried be like obama nem

I remeber when i stayed up all night trana impress my uncle with

A couple of songs that i had just wrote he spit in my face and said that aint it